Sleeplessness, Tiredness, and Other Related News

I haven't posted in a while. I can't name every movie I watched in March because I lost track of my list. I'm super stressed, and I am a straight B student eventhough I'm trying my hardest.

I don't sleep enough. No one sleeps enough really. But that's not my issue. Slight fatigue is nothing for me to fret over. Here's my issue: As of now I have been awake for 39 hours. My eyes ache at the sight of the computer screen when I'm focusing them on it, but when I close my eyes I can not sleep.

Please don't tell me I am not trying hard enough. Please. I'm tired of hearing "if you just closed your eyes and tried to sleep you'd sleep easily." That's NOT true. If so, I would have fallen asleep during the hour I lay in bed just now. And truthfully, after not sleeping for a day one shouldn't have to put in effort to rest. It should be natural!

As it is, I have been awake 39 hours. 39 hours (third time is the charm... plus, I wanted emphasize the fact that I have been awake for over a day and a half). I have a lot of homework and studying to do for Monday. That's what I'm going to do now. Really, there isn't time for me to waste. If I'm not resting, I shall work. Maybe then my mind will call it quits and I can sleep... That'd be amazing. As it is, I am going to leave now and do my Economics homework.

If I can't get the satisfaction of sleeping, I shall get the satisfaction of finishing one of my ten assignments. I think I should schedule an appointment with an insomnia doctor... It could really help me.

Harry Potter is black...?

So, in honor of Black History month, m dorm is hosting a trivia game. About a couple of days ago, the little flyers went up on the halls around the dorm adertising this. I first noticed the signs on my way to class when my roommate pointed to it. I thought she was saying she wanted to go, until I actually looked at the poster.

The bottom of the poster was lined with three pictures. Oprah Winfrey. A black olympic medalist. and Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter...

Let me say that again: Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter.

Is the trivia going to be "Who from this list isn't black?" or "Which of these things is not like the other?"


Everytime I pass the signs now, I laugh... a lot. I noticed I hadn't written on here in a while, and thought I'd share. I had intended to write about Mario, but I have a paper to write for tomorrow... boo. But hey, you have a monologue on Mario to look forward to now, right?

The Millionaire Dropout List

Today while randomly surfing the internet I came across The Millionaire Dropout List which is a very long list of people who are now worth over a million dollars who have dropped out of highschool, elementary school, and college.

I was going to write about it, but I just bought the Incredibad CD from the Lonely Island, who are a band formed from SNL. They're best known for their awesome song "I Jizzed In My Pants"


So, I'm going to go ahead and enjoy that CD instead and let you peruse that list all on your own. =D

Places I'd Rather Be

I'm beginning to feel the immense burden of my homework, so I decided to think about places I'd rather be than in my dorm room doing homework. It's just another way to avoid said homework (and probably something I'll regret later). I picked the four main places I'd like to go. They're in reverse order - so the last one is my top pick.

Walden PondI blame Thoreau and my Senior English teacher for this one. Ever since I read Thoreau's Walden, I have wanted to go there to escape life. I imagine that in today's world, you can not merely go to this pond - or anywhere really - for an extended period of time and shun human society. I can't imagine there is much land untouched by technology, and I'm going to assume any land like that has been kept preserved in the form of a nature park, so you wouldn't really be allowed to live there.

Hawaii Who doesn't think of Hawaii when they want to escape their normal, everyday life? I suppose people who live and work there... It doesn't matter though. I don't even like swimming very much, but I'd love to be there now, basking in the sun or sleeping to the sound of waves rolling in from the ocean.

Rothenburg, Germany

As a child I lived in Germany for four years (aged 6-10). During that time my family went to this historic town very often; I'd estimate about twice a year. I have fond memories of walking along its cobblestone streets and climbing the tower. This is mainly a tourist town, and very few cars are allowed to drive through. It is lined with little shops that sell trinkets and various goodies. I remember I used to always buy this pastry my family called a "snowball." I'm not sure if we made the name up or not, but it's a big pastry ball coated in powdered sugar. True to German desserts, it isn't very sweet, but it's still amazing.

IrelandI've never been to Ireland before and it looks positively gorgeous. The grass is so green! I want to shoot whiskey in a pub in Dublin, hike along the grassy knolls, and maybe look for the gold at the end of a rainbow.

I discuss my former self

It’s really weird to me how college shapes and changes you. For instance, when I came to college I was a pleasant teenager who rarely cursed, never broke the rules, and generally refused to find fault in anyone. Now I’m a somewhat crude adult who enjoys cursing to show any emotion and bending rules like it’s my job. My waist has expanded along with my movie knowledge - so basically at an alarming rate – and I have discovered I actually enjoy hamburgers immensely (before this year, I would never eat them unless it’s what my mom put before me at the dinner table). I now have no qualms with releasing my bowels in a public restroom (or talking about it, as you can see) and I learned how to burp earlier this year. I often wonder if the old me would be friends with the new me; I think it would be a beautiful friendship. We still have some similarities – the ability to squander away hours upon hours of precious time, the lack of desire to actually put forth an effort into anything, the capacity to talk for an extended amount of time without running out of lame stories and silly ideas… All the things that I sort of wished to change back then, and which I have learned to accept now. The old me would like the sense of confidence the new me has; she’d probably do a mental eye roll at my tendency towards sweats over cute tops or skirts, but inside be a bit jealous. She’d definitely wonder how she became me…

I never planned to be so unashamed of my life or thoughts. I always wanted to achieve a bold sense of self, but not with this self – the one who inwardly, sometimes outwardly, laughs at other’s stupid choices or similar misfortunes. I wanted it to be with a self who was sure of her intelligence, was sure where life was taking her, and was going somewhere such as the top – quickly. So now it’s somewhat weird to look back with sweet disappointment on how much I fell short of my dreams from senior year of high school, and then to laugh at those dreams for their sheer unfeasibility. It’s as if my high school self thought that college would make me a completely different person. I have never been, and never will be, a morning person. Sorry old self, you knew deep down that you would never in your life succeed at waking up at 6AM every morning to run a mile or two. Really, you should know that you’ll most likely never run a mile, and definitely not two. You should have known that you weren’t going to start working on papers as soon as they were assigned. Procrastinators rarely ever change. You weren’t suddenly going to start writing for the school paper just because you were a Journalism major, and you definitely weren’t going to become the editor of Marie Claire in the next couple of years.

Which brings me to my next difference – I came in as a Journalism major, with a minor (and great love for) German. Now I’m an Accounting major who is still getting her minor in German, but wants to cry nearly every night as she sits over the homework for those ridiculous classes (Thank God I’m almost done with that). I’ve discovered that I love Accounting and all of its boring facets. My only major apprehension with the entire situation is that every accountant I’ve ever met has been completely boring in their appearance and actions. They’ve all been perfectly nice people, but I think sitting and counting funds all day has really sucked the life out of them. I really don’t want to be dull when I get older. I want to be exciting and fun. Of course, what adult can be exciting and fun to a teenager or young adult? If they’re fun, a little piece of you wonders about their maturity level and why they never grew up. I want to grow up at some point… but not for at least the next 10 years.

Funny story – I started out to discuss my new-found love for all things baking. Obviously that didn’t happen, and I’m running out of time. How bothersome. There’s one thing that has yet to change – my inability to focus on anything. My papers/essays generally generate comments to the tune of “lacks focus,” “horrible transitions. I don’t see how you got from one idea to the next,” or my personal favorite, “displays complex thought!” That last one always makes me giggle because if they could hear the constant white noise going on in my brain, they’d understand that I merely tuned in to a couple of those brain waves for short amounts of time and wrote down what was on my mind. Yes, comparing the evolution of communism to the process of baking a cake was extremely intriguing and thoughtful, but I should probably let you know that I was thinking about communism because your prompt told me to write about it, and cake was on my mind because my birthday was coming up and I was trying to decide what flavor I wanted. I guess it worked out in the end though, so no complaints.

And with that one last trip off of the supposed path of this blog entry, I’m going to go ahead and end it. I shall write about cooking another day. Maybe I’ll combine it with my newly revived love of homemade smoothies to make it longer, and possibly less boring.